♥ Brendan ♥
The drive back from the office felt longer than usual. The road between my rented flat and Rockland had become too familiar. Same billboards. Same petrol station with the bad coffee. Same stretch where the reception always dropped. By the time I turned off toward Alice’s cottage, my shoulders ached from tension more than from the steering wheel. Her little place sat at the edge of town, its porch light glowing, with fairy lights softly lining the railing. My chest loosened at the sight. I parked, grabbed my overnight bag from the back seat, and walked up the path. Before I could knock, the door opened.
“You are getting predictable,” she said with a small smile. “I heard your car,”
“Is that a problem?” I asked.
“Not yet,” she said. “Come in,” I kissed her and tasted the fain
